fifth form

Chapter 468
A light appeared in the darkness, and when Zhang Xuezhou opened his eyes, he felt that his eyelids were extremely heavy.

But he did see the light, and even saw the wooden bed in the side room of the Sheriff's Mansion.

He was lying in the Sheriff's Mansion at the moment, not floating in the flood.

This made Zhang Xuezhou let out a deep breath, letting go of all his worries.

However, Zhang Xuezhou was extremely uncomfortable with the heavy physical discomfort. He felt that his body was extremely lacking in strength, and even his ability to perceive his limbs was extremely low.

At this time, he is like a wandering soul, and like the Buddha son who invaded his body in the past, he obviously lacks control over his body.

Zhang Xuezhou came back to his senses after more than ten seconds of perception.

The biggest reason for his discomfort is probably numbness in his body.

This world is not like the reality where there are all kinds of medical equipment that can activate blood in his body. If anyone is allowed to lie dry for six or seven days, his body will become numb.

Fortunately, after he recovered his life, Zhang Xuezhou no longer made any harsh demands.

He stretched his fingers and stretched his body as naturally as possible.

"Master Wen, I really can't rescue this kind of drowning person. I haven't seen anyone who can live for so long after falling into the water. This is not a normal disease at all!"

"He is a monk. Although he is a magic monk with little ability, he is not as easy to die as ordinary people. It is normal to live a few more days!"

"What Zhongshu said is very true, you can boil some herbs and feed him, what if he dies!"

"It's not a question of whether his body is alive or not, but that he was choked by water, and the water probably got into his head, so he couldn't wake up all the time, but the old man doesn't have the ability to open his head, so there's really no way to save him. !"

Several voices entered Zhang Xuezhou's ears, and then the sound of footsteps came.

"Hey, he's alive!"

Before reaching the bed, Dong Zhongshu was the first to notice Zhang Xuezhou's strangeness, and quickly took a few steps forward.

Compared with the appearance a few days ago, Zhang Xuezhou now has two more eyeballs that can move, and even Zhang Xuezhou's hands and feet are still squirming slightly.

"It's really alive!"

Wen Weng followed, and was a little surprised when he saw Zhang Xuezhou's eyes rolling wildly.

"It seems that the herbal soup that the old man drank has still taken effect!"

Another pockmarked old man with gray hair moved his head closer.

He signaled that he was powerless with his front foot, but he did not forget to claim credit with his back foot.

"Take a good look at this Little Brother Zhang and see his physical condition!" Wen Weng urged.

Wen Weng is more concerned about Zhang Xuezhou, not because Zhang Xuezhou is indispensable, but because he is concerned about the bead that Zhang Xuezhou is holding tightly in his hand.

This black bead is not magical, but the color is indeed closer to the shape of the snake's eye, which also makes Wen Weng and Dong Zhongshu have many guesses.

There is no evil spirit on the orb, but a wisp of Zhang Xuezhou's mana.

This makes it difficult for the two to guess qualitatively.

However, when Dong Zhongshu used the beads to cast spells to investigate, the object of his tracking was Zhang Xuezhou, and he never found a trace of Ba Snake.

If it was a monk of a certain school, Zhang Xuezhou might be killed with one blow, and the bead would be restored to its original shape to support the guess in his heart.

But Dong Zhongshu is not this kind of person, and Wen Weng is also a man of great wisdom, who disdains to do low-level things.

Either Zhang Xuezhou woke up, or Zhang Xuezhou died completely, and the two of them would deal with the corresponding funeral.

There is clearly no such thing as the latter at the moment.

"This little cultivator Zhang has poor energy and blood, and his body is weak..."

"Please rub it for me, I'm numb... numb!"

As an inheritance monk of the Yin Yang family, Zhang Xuezhou has studied pharmacology and practiced alchemy.

His current condition is that his body is numb, other than that he has not eaten for several days and has only been fed a stomach full of medicinal soup.

Under such circumstances, Zhang Xuezhou cannot be expected to be full of energy at this time.

"You are lucky to wake up after seven days of coma!"

Hearing Zhang Xuezhou's extremely normal speech, Dong Zhongshu was relieved.

He didn't wait for the pockmarked old man to stretch out his hand to rub it, and directly pushed Zhang Xuezhou to activate the blood.

"The practitioner of the spell is not in good health, if he cultivates some energy and blood, he can lie down for three to five or seven days without any trouble," Dong Zhongshu said.

"Master Dong said that," Zhang Xuezhou said, "Can you give me some porridge to eat?"

"I've already sent someone to fetch the food!" Wen Weng said.

"It's not that we don't give you food, it's that you can't feed it after choking on the water, or that you are careful when pouring medicine soup," Dong Zhongshu said.

"That's not true. You threw yourself into the flood at that time, and you must have drunk a lot in your stomach," Wen Weng said.

"Thank you two for saving lives!"

"We just saw you, then fished you out of the water and brought you back. You owe it to yourself to be alive!"

"Yes, you belong to the innate water body, and you are not so easy to die when you encounter water."

Zhang Xuezhou gasped and answered a few sentences.

He talked to each other, and he also roughly figured out the matter.

This made Zhang Xuezhou a little surprised.

What he saw while using the X432 body repair technology is likely to be the real situation.

"You are the miracle doctor Wang Ermazi?"

When Zhang Xuezhou thought about what he saw before, he asked the pockmarked old man.

"Have you heard of my fame, too?"

Seeing Zhang Xuezhou calling out his nickname, the old man with a pockmarked face rubbed his gray beard.

The nickname Wang Ermazi made him feel a little uncomfortable, but Zhang Xuezhou's title of genius doctor really made him so happy.

"It really is!"

Zhang Xuezhou was slightly taken aback. With the help of X432 body repair technology, he heard Wen Weng and Dong Zhongshu talk a few words.

Words are obviously content that can be used as evidence. Some content is inconvenient to tell, while some words can be used to directly ask.

The result of this inquiry made Zhang Xuezhou basically affirmed that everything he saw before was the real situation.

Zhang Xuezhou didn't know if this strange situation would occur when he received the X432 body repair technology again, but he was obviously very pleasantly surprised by this ability.

If it weren't for the high price of high-end medical care and the need for reservations, Zhang Xuezhou almost wanted to conduct repeated experiments.

This can't bring benefits in terms of strength, but at least it can give Zhang Xuezhou one more means and give Zhang Xuezhou a little more confidence.

"You know how to recognize people." Dong Zhongshu said with a smile: "This old doctor has a good reputation in Shujun City."

"It seems that your refreshing soup still has some effect," Wen Weng said.

"That's not too bad. Adding him at this time, the old Xingshui soup has saved at least three people," Wang Ermazi said happily.

"indeed!"

Wen Weng nodded.

Wang Ermazi's Xingshui Decoction does not distinguish between humans and animals, but can be given to anyone who has been flooded.

Most people are basically out of breath after being fished out of the water, which also makes the success rate of Wang Ermazi's Xingshui Decoction in treating those who fell into the water extremely low.

It seems that the success rate of resuscitating three people is quite high, but at least nearly a hundred people did not survive.

Zhang Xuezhou was undoubtedly very lucky. Not only did the other party have a special physique, but he was also able to wake up after seven days, and finally entered the ranks of the one-third of the survivors.

When the servants of the Sheriff's Mansion brought a bowl of pork blood porridge and poured it into Zhang Xuezhou's mouth, seeing Zhang Xuezhou's complexion gradually turning rosy, Wen Weng asked what he was most concerned about.

(End of this chapter)